Disheveled

12:54 PM

When you think of me tonight,

Just hold on tight—

I won’t be there for you.

Unlike the sun that is bright,

Or the soldiers that fight—

I won’t stay true for you.

To hate you, I might,

Your happiness, my blight,

I will stop caring for you.

Your mind a disheveled bookshelf,

The betrayal you brought upon yourself,

I will stop remembering you.